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The incense is burning and the sun is setting in the west.
"Your Majesty, have you really made plans?" Mu Anguo looked at the person in front of him again.
Song Heng, who had been discussing with Mu Anguo for a long time, showed no signs of fatigue. Instead, he looked even more energetic. "Yes, Master Mu, would you be willing to come out again someday?"
"I will devote myself to the cause and will not refuse even if I die." Mu Anguo's words were loud and clear.
"As for Shuang'er's matter..." Mu Anguo hesitated for a while. A year ago, he never thought that the person in front of him would make such a decision.
He still remembered that he had said in front of Shuang'er that Song Heng could not be a good match for Shuang'er, and that those romantic stories could not appear in the temple.
He never thought that his daughter Shuang'er would actually get what she was desperately pursuing.
"Well," Song Heng's eyes were blazing, and every word he said was as powerful as a thousand pounds: "I hope Master Mu will help me."
"Your Majesty, please excuse me!" Mu Anguo said hurriedly, then looked out the window. "Your Majesty, I'm not afraid of your jokes... I was so angry with that woman that I had a stroke because she told me so many things about Shen Feng."
"She said I was stubborn and conceited, never caring about or being considerate of Chen Feng, not knowing what Chen Feng liked and was good at, and being overbearing and arbitrary." Mu Anguo was silent for a moment. "I thought I was doing it for the good of my children, including letting Chen Feng go into politics, and including... once preventing Shuang'er from entering the palace."
Song Heng didn't say anything.
"That kid Chen Feng," Mu Anguo sighed, "I'm the one who let him down."
Song Heng took the initiative to hold Mu Anguo's hand: "The dead are gone, and the living are like this."
"Besides," Song Heng said calmly, "you still have Zhuang and Shuang'er."
Mu Anguo's eyes were filled with tears, and his voice was trembling, as if he had made a big decision: "Yes."
*
When Song Heng arrived in the yard, he saw Chen Shuang and Madam Zhuang laughing together intimately, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up.
Just as I stood up from laughing, I saw Song Heng wearing a navy blue robe with blue and white flower patterns and standing under a lush sycamore tree. The branches and leaves were swaying, but he seemed to be still in time.
I waved at him, and he moved instantly, with the golden spots of light on his body moving and flowing.
"Young Master Wang." Mrs. Zhuang stood up subconsciously.
"Madam Zhuang, there's no need to be so polite," Song Heng said quickly, then looked at me and smiled, "My wife doesn't care about these things either."
Is this saying that I don't know etiquette or that I don't know etiquette?
I touched my nose, and Song Heng took out a piece of rice paper: "I just played a game of hand-to-hand with Master Mu. Master Mu is still as skilled as ever. I admire him."
All I saw were ink circles drawn on a piece of rice paper. I wondered how they could chat for so long, and it turned out they had been playing chess all afternoon.
Mrs. Zhuang was also very surprised: "I am not good at chess. This time he finally has a rival and can relieve his boredom."
Song Heng nodded. He and Mu Anguo had already discussed that in order to ensure the safety of the Zhuang Mansion, Mu Anguo would continue to recuperate at home as a sick person, not caring about worldly affairs, and would come out again after Prime Minister Hua fell.
*
The days at the Zhuang Mansion were almost as pleasant as those at Miansong Mountain.
He would wake up naturally when the sunlight hit the bed. After washing up, he would have dinner with Song Heng and Madam Zhuang. Occasionally, he would stay in his room to read a book, occasionally he would go to watch Song Heng and Master Mu play chess, and occasionally he would eat cakes with Madam Zhuang in the pavilion.
Or occasionally, he would go for a walk on the street with Song Heng: listen to the storyteller banging the gavel in the teahouse, watch the beautiful woman dancing with long sleeves in the theater, and go to the tea shop to watch Song Heng carefully twisting or smelling tea leaves.
As the summer is coming to an end, the day of returning to the capital is probably approaching.
I was throwing fish food to the golden, bright red, black and white carp in the pond when I heard Guard Li running in from outside. "Hey, hey, hey! I heard Mingfan City has a special 'Fire Festival'. It's like the Lantern Festival and Mid-Autumn Festival. Lots of people go out to have fun, and there's a lantern night market with everything!"
During this period, Guard Li might have received orders from Song Heng, or he might have just liked lively games, so when he had nothing to do, he would run out of the manor house, and when he came back, he would either bring some delicious food or some interesting news.
My eyes lit up when I heard that. Madam Zhuang replied, "Yes, the 'Fire Festival' is a festival for the people of Mingfan City to bid farewell to summer. It's meant to drive away the scorching heat and usher in the golden autumn, hoping for a good omen."
I subconsciously turned my head to look at Song Heng who was sitting quietly in the pavilion with a book in his hand. Song Heng seemed to have looked over here a long time ago. When he met my eyes, he blinked lightly.
I know what this action means, it means you want to go out and play with me!
During dinner in the evening, Song Heng and Madam Zhuang were already discussing leaving the Zhuang Mansion. After all, we were sneaking out of the capital, and the excuse of "escaping the summer heat" would not last long.
Mrs. Zhuang looked a little reluctant, nodded, and then kept picking up food for me.
During this period of time when I was with Madam Zhuang, I would always think of my mother, whom I had not seen since I lost my memory in the capital.
I only received one letter from her, but that letter alone could not hide her love for me between the lines, and I think Mrs. Zhuang felt the same way about me.
I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep at night. Perhaps my movements were too loud and startled Song Heng. Song Heng suddenly put his forehead against mine and said, "You can't bear to leave Madam Zhuang, right?"
I nodded hesitantly.
The night always brings out people's truest emotions, and I have nothing to hide.
He gently raised his head and kissed my forehead, then said in a gentle tone, as if coaxing a child, "You will see me often in the future."
I didn't understand what he meant. Did he mean we'd have another chance to sneak out of the palace, out of the capital, and come back to Mingfan City? Or did he mean Madam Zhuang would come to the capital to see me? Often? How could he do that?
Before I could say anything, Song Heng seemed to have seen through my hesitation and said softly, "I can't tell you now, but do you believe me?"
Of course I believed him and nodded again.
He said, "Then sleep well and everything will be fine."
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